History Repeating Itself

[notthatcrazy]

It's been a few weeks since their respite in Mumbai, and Face's leg has healed up just fine. He's up to his old tricks tonight, conning information from the campaign manager for the corrupt politician they're investigating. Murdock's got the responsibility of meeting him at the rendezvous point.

"You look like that went well," he observes dryly as Face slides into the passenger seat.

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[notjustaface]

The ankle's still not 100%, but he gets around well enough that it's hard to tell until the limp starts to come back with a vengeance - so it's good enough to work. At least the sort of easy job that getting a little information out of a target full of booze.

Face flashes him a grin, leaning over to brush a kiss against his cheek smelling faintly of a strong cologne that's not his own and just a little bit of scotch.

"It's going down tomorrow night, I even got the hotel room number." He says, slipping a cocktail napkin with the hotel's name and room number as well as a DC area phone number written on it out of his pants pocket to a much safer shirt pocket.